you should have written for Mad Magazine.

I've seen cats pull bloody tampons out of the trash. But underwear is a new one.

I have a lab, and he's ALWAYS begging for food. Often things that would kill him or make him sick. But I leave the big bag of dog food that he gets for his morning meal right on the floor in the kitchen. He could easily shove his head in there and eat it all, but he's never even tried. This dog LIVES for food/treats. I have no idea if he's just that good of a good boy or he's just too dumb to figure it out lol

Beagles will honestly eat about anything

I used to live on a a farm, and we put out some birdseed every morning. We once made the mistake of leaving the bucket open and you can guess what happened

Fast forward a few hours and I walk out to find the most horrendous smell of my life. Turns out he ate about half the bucket (and it was a big bucket) before projectile shitting all over the verandah. This stuff was like gravel and it was everywhere

I had 3 beagles (at once!) growing up. Every Tuesday and every other weekend, my dad and my absolute wicked stepmother would get custody of me and my brother. She had two boys as well which were younger

It

Was

Bedlam

I had a beagle growing up and I think she's a large part of why I'm a cat person today. She would eat anything she could get her jaws on. Trash, toys, her own bodily waste, I do mean anything. Those anti-chewing bitterant sprays? She considered them a delicacy and ate through an entire stair corner we sprayed with it.

I lost count of how many beloved toys, Nintendo cartridges, and difficult to replace cables (back in the old days nothing was standardized) she chewed through, and no matter what type of trash can protector we used she'd still somehow manage to get inside to scatter that tasty, tasty garbage throughout the entire house.

She was a lovely and loving dog, but the constant messes and horrible smells she generated (a kitty litter box has nothing on beagle farts) form a core memory from my childhood.

Ain't nothing but a horn dog,

RIP sacred chickens, you tried to warn them.

The si-yeeeechtxth republic.

Weakness? That's a show of strength. Sight? Hah. Beagle doesn't give a shit. Dog on. Who needs it.

Yeah it is, they have a predisposition to glaucoma among other things